Best of Both Worlds
By: lol925
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own High School Musical.
Dedicated: To my readers, reviewers, friends, family, and Rachael for her continued support for my writing.
A/n: I am back with my 3rd fic! I have a couple things to say before I begin. This isn't just a cheap HSM version of Hannah Montana. Secondly, I know that this is very short, but it is only a prologue and the rest of the chapters will be longer. Thirdly, this is a Troyella. If you're a Troyella fan, you'll like it, but if you aren't, please give it a chance, because the story revolves around Gabi. The gang isn't in most of the story, so it doesn't focus on their relationship. Now, let's start the story!
Troy's POV (Point of View)
Today is the day. I am popping the question. No, I am not asking someone to marry me. It is a different question. Will you be my girlfriend? It's junior year and we started dating over the summer and I am ready to ask.
I reached the park where I told Gabriella to meet me. I was five minutes early which was surprising, because I'm never punctual. "Hey stranger, you're early for once," she laughed as she bounded up to me.
"Well obvious I'm early, I'm here to meet you," I replied as we sat on a bench.
"Thanks, so you said you wanted to ask me a question," Gabi said.
I slowly took the rectangular box out of my pocket. "Gabriella Montez, would you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?" I asked. I handed the box to her and she opened it. Inside was a heart shaped locket. In one heart, there was a picture of me and in the other was a picture of her dad. She slowly leaned in and kissed me sweetly. "Is that a yes?" I asked nervously.
"Yes, of course it's a yes. You're so cute when you're nervous. I love the locket! My two favorite boys are in it. You know how much I miss him. Being a divorced kid is so hard," she sighed.
"Yeah, but at least you get to visit him," I said trying to cheer her up.
"Troy, now that I'm your girlfriend, I'd like to tell you something. The day at the ski lodge when I met you, I lied to you. When I tell you the truth, you'll hate me for not telling you or only love me for who I used to be. It is a long story," she whispered.
"Well we have all night. No matter what your secret is, I'll still care for you, so please tell me," I responded. My head was afloat with ideas.
"It all started my freshman year of high school. I had just moved to California. I was at my choir concert," she started.
"Go on," I urged.
"Let's just say my solo career didn't end there. It was just the beginning," she said.
What do you think of the prologue? Tell me what you think and please leave me a review with comments, questions, predictions, or suggestions.